*Center is seeing more horse traffic of late. The Bullseye has gals outside on the street holding ales, giggling and kicking some kind of ball that appears to be a beholder eye. The locals are not happy but the merchants are. A small group finds a quiet spot to talk in a corner of the Bullseye. They are cloaked and hooded and they have two tables and some empty chairs. The moons appear to be turning a different color and everyone is searching for answers.*
//okay we're trying for this sunday 2pm est mithril trip or maybe more. I guess Bullseye for a meet spot.